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channonyarrow) wrote2008-12-20 09:29 pm
channonyarrow) wrote2008-12-20 09:29 pm
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I am sitting at home. I have just finished dinner, I've been working on my pro blog and my email o' doom (and jotting notes about all the deadlines that are about to go screaming past me) and I'm sitting in my comfy chair, looking at the Christmas tree. iTunes is on shuffle, it's warm, there are Christmas lights above the window and a lamp on, and I feel, essentially, cozy and warm and like it's a rather pleasant night.
Meanwhile, part of my brain is on power watch.
The wind is definitely picking up; the snow that's still falling is being added to by the snow that's blowing off the trees, roofs, roads, cars - it's an incredibly fine, dry snow that can really sting for a second when it hits you. It's also blowing under my door, or was until I put a towel across it. But before, even when there were gusts of snow blowing in the light of the streetlamps, the trees were still.
Now, they're moving.
It's not bad, not yet. We're not even really to the storm; the winds are expected to last from about 10 to 1. And expected to gust up to 90 mph. Incidentally, that's 10 mph higher than the gusts from the Hanukkah Eve storm of 2006 that knocked my power out for five days. I have no idea what the temperature was during that storm, but I do know that right now, it's 23F out there. When my parents got power back in their house, three days after the HES, it was 47F inside. Draw your own conclusions.
So. At some point tonight, unless I get very lucky, which I have not notably been in the last few months, I am going to be out of power. Between the wind and the ice in my driveway, there is absolutely no way I can evacuate, certainly not before the wind goes down and probably not after; all-weather tires don't cut it in this shit.
So yeah. No wonder my brain is poking me constantly, telling me to look out the window, to know where my still-packed bag is, to know where the candles, lighter, bottle of water are. My brain, my hindbrain, knows how quickly my cozy apartment can become a cold den of misery.
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Relatedly, iTunes is fucking with me. It's picked "The Way The Wind Blows", "The Sky Is Broken", "Just A Car Crash Away", and "Carbon" to entertain me.
ETA: iTunes just added "Icicle", and I just had to push four inches of snow away from my door to get it open. And I just realised that I have a flat roof.
Meanwhile, part of my brain is on power watch.
The wind is definitely picking up; the snow that's still falling is being added to by the snow that's blowing off the trees, roofs, roads, cars - it's an incredibly fine, dry snow that can really sting for a second when it hits you. It's also blowing under my door, or was until I put a towel across it. But before, even when there were gusts of snow blowing in the light of the streetlamps, the trees were still.
Now, they're moving.
It's not bad, not yet. We're not even really to the storm; the winds are expected to last from about 10 to 1. And expected to gust up to 90 mph. Incidentally, that's 10 mph higher than the gusts from the Hanukkah Eve storm of 2006 that knocked my power out for five days. I have no idea what the temperature was during that storm, but I do know that right now, it's 23F out there. When my parents got power back in their house, three days after the HES, it was 47F inside. Draw your own conclusions.
So. At some point tonight, unless I get very lucky, which I have not notably been in the last few months, I am going to be out of power. Between the wind and the ice in my driveway, there is absolutely no way I can evacuate, certainly not before the wind goes down and probably not after; all-weather tires don't cut it in this shit.
So yeah. No wonder my brain is poking me constantly, telling me to look out the window, to know where my still-packed bag is, to know where the candles, lighter, bottle of water are. My brain, my hindbrain, knows how quickly my cozy apartment can become a cold den of misery.
*****
Relatedly, iTunes is fucking with me. It's picked "The Way The Wind Blows", "The Sky Is Broken", "Just A Car Crash Away", and "Carbon" to entertain me.
ETA: iTunes just added "Icicle", and I just had to push four inches of snow away from my door to get it open. And I just realised that I have a flat roof.